Whatever course you decide upon there is always someone to tell you that you are wrong. There are always difficulties arising which tempt you to believe that your critics are right. To map out a course of action and follow it to an end requires courage. – Ralph Waldo Emerson

Saturday, October 26, 2013 (DAYS 600 & 601) There is one important rule when selecting and purchasing the right gear for your travel experience, especially extended travel–DON'T GO CHEAP! Having traveled more than 38,868 miles and experiencing almost every type of climate on Earth, with the same clothing and equipment (that wasn’t stolen, lost, or purposefully given away to new friends) has actually held up. And the main reason for this is because I didn’t look to save a few dollars where in the end it really did matter. For example, back in my previous career life of broadcast television, I was still a pretty budget-minded person even though I had quite a comfortable lifestyle, but still the idea of spending $20 or more on a single pair of socks just seemed ridiculous to me. BUT, the best advice I received from a good friend, Jeff Schenker, I met via the Thorn Tree Forum, and has now been backpacking for more than 10-years told me something that I still continue to pass on to other newbies, current backpackers, or those planning to travel, and that advice is, “when all of the material possessions you own fit into a single bag and your clothing is limited to between 3-5 different pairs of everything, you want quality goods that WILL last.” Believe me, everyone, this could not be more true. Also let me say, that just because it’s the most expensive doesn’t mean it’s the best. I advise people to take a look at my packing list, which I extensively put together with a few other veteran backpackers' help prior to leaving the States and most items are hyperlinked for convenience and price, plus I can confidently say that I have used absolutely everything in this bag over the past 600 days. If you are planning a backpacking trip and have not done so, or have not done so in a long time, these are just a few tips and items I’ve found to be helpful:

SMARTWOOL®: While there are just so-called claims that SmartWool® is moisture-wicking performance and odor-reducing, anti-microbial properties, I find this to be very true, and trust me I’ve worn the same pieces of clothing for days, weeks, months!

QUICK-DRYING FABRICS: You will be amazed at how often you may be hand-washing clothing and the one thing that you want is items that can be wrung out and dry quickly, because shoving a bunch of damp clothes in a backpack before catching a bus and reopening it to the smell of mildew is the worst. While I do have a few cotton t-shirts and one pair of jeans, they do take quite a while to hang dry when all you have is an enclosed dorm room with not much air movement. Plus jeans can be worn for a long period of time for days without washing. Again, I can hear friends and others shrieking at this thought because we are used to often changing outfits after work before going out, let alone wearing something that hasn't been through the washer and dryer–giving you that Downy freshness. That's why receiving your laundry back after getting it washed properly feels like a magical day full of sunshine and rainbows. I have never appreciated clean laundry so much in my life!

MULTIPLE LOCKS: First and foremost, get one of the old school thick gauge high-school combination locks, the type you would need a pair of bolt-cutters to break the lock. If you are worried you will forget the combination email it to yourself, because there is a very small security risk with having this three digit combination online. Secondly, carry a variety of a several other locks in different size gauges, I can’t tell you how often I’ve arrived at a hostel and while they may have lockers my combination lock’s gauge is slightly too large, so thankfully I use a slightly thinner gauge lock, and sha-zam ba-dadda-bing, Kelly Kapowski, my things are locked up safely. Word of advice; avoid locks with keys (I've witnessed too many people either losing the key or end up locking it inside their locker) and definitely avoid the thin gauged locks–working hostels I have seen people snap these without any tools (by hand with enough applied pressure) and within a 5-day period while managing a hostel in Bangkok I had two guests come up to me because they had locked their key for these small locks in their lockers. Worried I could tell instantly that I could solve this issue quickly, but I had to ask them if they were ok if I were to break their lock entirely so they could gain access to their belongings. Each time they answered, "yes," but also questioned how I was going to be able to do this without a pair of bolt cutters. Within 10-seconds the locks were ripped open with something as simple as a small hand tool, a Leatherman®. Another example was when I was co-managing another hostel in Nicaragua, we had two people that checked-in and because our lockers were inside the dorms they ended up snapping off the smaller lockers by hand and got away with stealing credit cards, smart phones, cash, etc. Do NOT be a victim! And please DO NOT leave your items out on your dorm bed or whatever even for a few minutes while you take a shower or use the toilet because this is often when things disappear, during laziness. Trust me again, I've been a victim of being lazy and that's when things tend to happen (i.e. when my netbook got stolen I should have locked it up in the locker in my room, but thought because it was a private room with a lock on the door, nope..shoulder-checked the door and got in quite easily). So again DO NOT BE A VICTIM and think about how it would feel if you didn't have your smartphone, iPad, laptop, credit cards, or even passport all of a sudden.

TECHNOLOGY: This area is ambiguous because more backpackers are traveling with smartphones, laptops, ipads, etc. I find them to be invaluable, because I put them to work for me by saving me money researching flights or other types of work-exchange sites as well as having previous skills in editing, some graphic and website design, and social media management. I have also found people doing technology exchange work for free accommodations or meals.

ELECTRICAL ISSUES: Don’t just think you need a global adaptor YOU WILL NEED a power converter as well. I have electrified and killed two-sets of hair clippers because I was lazy and chose not to plug them into my Walkabout Adaptor/Converter/Surger Protector (All in One) and a puff of smoke and this item was dead. I was just always thankful it was not my iPhone of Laptop.

WATER BOTTLES: I cannot emphasize enough the Berkey Sport water bottle or other portable water filtration systems. Guaranteed, this WILL save you hundreds or thousands of dollars depending on how long you are traveling! For example, even if a 1-liter bottle of water is as cheap as .25 and you purchase even two per day, over the course of a month you have racked up $15 and $45 in 90-days and over $180 in a year. Plus most countries, water will be closer to $1 for a liter, so you see my point. Also bring a 16-32oz Nalgene big mouth type water bottle, because when you are able to have access to clean free drinking water this is the time to save your filtration system or even use it to fill up the secondary bottle for long bus rides etc. The reason I suggest the big mouth versus the other sizes or even a CamelBak® is because cleaning these can be a huge pain because you don't have the tools as you do at home like running water that is hot, brushes, or a dishwasher (obviously).

DITTY SACKS:My only regret is actually not purchasing one more set of the 3 pack, because they are enormously helpful. I already travel with three sets of the 3 pack (picked up one more set in LA). Think about all the things you shove in your bag besides clothes: fingernail clippers, locks, toiletries, books, pens, paper, hats, bandanas, etc and etc. These are all rolling around when organizing things in these draw string sacks makes life so much easier, especially when packing up.

CABLE LOCK:I thought about placing this under the locks category but I feel that this should be addressed as a separate issue. So for those that don't know what this is, a cable lock is something exactly as it sound. I’m actually using a Dakine Snowboard cable lock. This is extremely useful and I’ve used it many times. For example: when I've gone to the beach and I have a small daypack (with my camera, maybe a hostel key, and some money) I will climb up high and cable lock my bag to a tree brnach so when I go swimming I can keep an eye on it and if someone starts climbing up there I’m power swimming in to give a lesson on a beat down of a verbal assault of unpleasantries and unflattering comments, maybe even a few 'your mom is so fat…insults. Who knows? Try stealing my bag at the beach and see what ninja you release my friend. Ok I've calmed down, going a bit It's Always Sunny Charlie there for a moment. Also when sleeping in airports or staying at hostels without lockers you can wind the cable through your backpack (or backpacks) and secure it to a permanent fixture, such as a water pipe or in the case of the airport to myself. Ninja high alert again. This has also come in handy when we’ve been on some rather sketchy overnight buses and both of us are exhausted and neither of us can be bothered to watch to make sure someone isn’t walking off with our bags so we’ve cable locked them together. Because, often the local buses will be making stops constantly to pick up and drop people off in random areas on the side of the road and each time they will typically open the cargo area under the bus and dig through bags to reach theirs, which means sneaky thieves trying to walk off with both bags receives a surprise of about 80 pounds or more most likely. And believe me, two-65 liter backpacks or more is not only heavy but awkward heavy, it's like trying to carry a person when they are deadweight-passed out. Even the small lightweight people you think would be easy to lift somehow develop the mass of a blue whale and you need a can of spinach just to move them an inch.

PACK AND REPACK:Prior to leaving you may have everything in their just nice and snug and perfect…well this will NOT be the case because you will unpack and repack this bag hundreds of thousands of millions of bazillions of times, so do this in the comfort of your home instead of a crowded dorm and see how things fit and what you can get rid of or replace with a smaller lighter option. Plus, do this multiple times! It will be so much easier on you especially if you leave and have a handful of empty space.

So these are some of my backpacking tips regarding gear and clothing over the past 600 days of traveling. I hope this helps. Feel free to email me with any other questions or inquires on things. Also just know that I am not sponsored by any company etc (it would be great if I were) so the gear and brand names are just what I have. So my recommendation is again take time researching for the same type of products online and see if you are able to get them cheaper, but once again don’t go cheap on the material for the sake of price. Cheers everyone, and happy packing and gear hunting.

MY RTW PERSONAL EXPERIENCE:Accomplishing 600 days of travel is something that I still cannot believe myself. When I first set out on this journey, I could have never imagined exactly how it would have gone, the experiences that I would have and of course all of the amazing people that would come in to my life. There was something I saw that inspired me, and it talked about the three rules in life: #1) If you do not GO after what you want, you’ll never have it. #2) If you do not ASK, the answer will always be NO. #3) If you do not step forward, you’ll always be in the same place. The last rule seems to resonate with me the most, as I feel as though I am in a constant state of moving forward and living life–not to say that if you aren’t traveling that you aren’t, but I feel that for many people life passes them by without truly fulfilling dreams that they may have had while they were younger or just in general. And, just as the quote that I used for this blog talks about, there will always be people in your life–the critics, the naysayers–that are there to try and discourage you and tell you that you are wrong or crazy. And I know that for many people when they heard about what I was planning almost two-years ago they thought I was a fool and expected me to return to Colorado within a matter of months, if not weeks, with a face full of regret. Well you know what? Even if that were the case I would still feel better about my life by taking a leap of faith and not being that person in their 50s, 60s, 70s, or older with regrets for not doing something because they felt the risk was too great or they were too afraid. While I don’t think that I would define myself as courageous, I know that others have been inspired by what I am doing, and for that I feel humbled and hope that what I am doing continues to inspire others and help them to examine their own lives from the monotony they may be feeling, but to feel hope and passion for living.

Yesterday, Friday, I decided to venture down to Eastern Welfare Social Services, even though the Home to Home Program doesn’t begin until Monday and my reunion is not scheduled until Tuesday morning, so I decided that sleeping in a little since the morning rush hour doesn’t end until after 9am would be not only a good decision, but a great one. Venturing out on the subway during peak times you can often feel like a sardine packed into the subway carts, but it’s nothing compared to the hilarious video my friend Hiro from Japan showed me, which is Japanese Subway Pushers. Just after 10:15am I walk out of Ray’s apartment and begin the 10-minute walk towards the Sillim station. My destination is Hognik University Station, which is on the inner-circle #2 Green Line and is only nine stops away on the otherside of the Han River. The Han River also is what separates North and South Seoul.Using the map that Jan has emailed me, I feel fairly certain I can navigate these relatively simple directions. After a short 15-minute walk I arrive outside ofEastern Welfare Social Services. On about the third or fourth floor on the outside of the building there is a large banner, which reads: WELCOME TO YOUR MOTHERLAND, KOREA. I stop, and pause. I can’t believe that I am here after all of this time–so many years. I take a deep breath, and enter through the two glass doors. After finding a sign for ‘Post Adoption Services’ I begin the walk up the stairs to the third floor. Since the door is open I slowly and hesitantly walk in and wait for someone to notice me. There are about five other women in the room as I enter and as soon as I mention my name after being asked all of the women beginning smiling and chatting away happily. During this, I also ask if Ms. Kang–the woman that Jan from Tulsa has been in contact and coordinating things with here in Seoul,is available and all of a sudden a much younger woman than I had expected walks around a small set of desks that are positioned in the center of this rectangle-shaped room and shakes my hand with a large smile. I am also introduced to Crystal, the housemother and owner of Mugunghwa House–the guesthouse for the adult adoptees. After these two brief introductions, Ms. Kang, tells me that Crystal could take me to see the guesthouse that I will be moving to on Monday, but at the moment it appears I have interrupted either their lunch or a meeting and I am asked if I can return in about 45-minutes, which is roughly 12:30pm. Smiling, I tell them no problem and let out a sigh of relief after finding the place so quickly and already feeling a bit more excited about next week.

Finding a Dunkin Donuts a few buildings down–yes a Dunkin Donuts, I grab a coffee and begin contemplating this long journey of my adoption story, as I sit at a table with a view of the bustling street in front of me. Today, the sun is shining in spite of the slight cool Autumn breeze in the air, and all I can think about is how thankful I am to have been given the courage to make it this far and to have finally arrived. After returning to Eastern, most of the staff including Ms. Kang are absent and Crystal is the only person in the office. Collecting her bag she is ready to wisp me off to Mugunghwa House, but I stop her and ask if it’s possible to see the babies–this was a suggestion from Jan’s latest email. As soon as I mention this, Crystal gets a big grin on her face and quickly signals for me to follow her. As we walk down the hallways only a few doors, we are required to take off our shoes, and then enter through a set of double doors. The other side of the double doors feels similar to a hospital with how white and clean and sterile it feels. I can’t believe that 31-years ago, at this same facility, I could have been found lying in a number of these cribs. At first, the experience of what I am seeing and feeling is a bit overwhelming. There are large glass windows into each of the rooms lining the hallway. In each room there are rows of cribs, each filled with babies waiting to be adopted. I ask Crystal how many babies are currently here and she tells me between 60 and 70. Repeating this number–60 and 70–I am in shock as I can feel my heart drop. Speechless, she continues to explain that each of the rooms serve a purpose. The first room on the right is for the newborns that are unfortunately sick, from what I can see there are between 15-20 babies in this room, across the hall there are several volunteers that are playing with some of the older babies or toddlers I suppose, and before I know it a little guy stumbles up to the gate and looks up at us. Crystal immediately grabs him and holds him a bit telling me that he is about 1 years-old. While the area that houses the newborns and infants is sterile, it is not drab by any means, but quite the opposite. There are colorful pictures and photographs on the wall, an area full of toys, and other plaques and what looks like handwritten messages as well. Before I realize it, the little guy reaches out for me with open arms. Unable to resist this gesture, I take him from Crystal and she laughs saying that he really likes me. Almost immediately he gives me a big hug and I am unsure I will be able to put him down. I know my friend Andrea wanted me to bring her back a baby from China, but I’m thinking maybe I can sneak this guy out in my backpack because she wouldn’t know the difference (c' mon even I can't tell a difference and I'm Asian). As I am standing there holding this little guy that is clinging on me tightly, another volunteer asks me where I am from since she overhears my English. "Colorado," I tell her and she shares with me that she is from Minnesota and has been living in Seoul for almost 3-years now. She also admits that since she commits to volunteering at Eastern every Friday that this is by far her favorite day of the week. As the minutes fly by and the three of us continue to talk, I can sense that Crystal is ready to leave and show me the adoptee guesthouse. Leaving Eastern it is difficult, because as soon as I put the little guy down he begins to cry and I am unsure I can resist the urge to pick him back up, but thankfully Crystal grabs my arm and begins leading me down the hall while talking to me about how close the guesthouse is from Eastern.

After a short speedy bus ride through the neighborhood, we arrive in the Yeonhui-dong (yon-hee-dong) area of Seoul, which is situated near Yonsei University and the name Yonsei comes from the combination of Yeonhui (the former Yonhi College) and Severance (the former Severance Union Medical College, Severance Hospital). If you haven’t experienced a local bus in Seoul, my words of advice–hold on! The bus drivers accelerate at the pace of Dominic Toretto, where it truly is fast and furious, because if you aren’t holding on to something, most likely you are going to end up in the lap of the person behind you. Apparently the craziest drivers in Seoul are the tow truck drivers, at least from what I’ve been told by a local. The reason for their reputation is because when a car accident happens and is dispatched over the radio whichever driver arrives on the scene first receives the price of hauling away the mangled vehicle and thereby collecting the earnings for this service (later in the evening I experience this chaotic race as a tow truck screeches around a busy intersection without tapping the brakes in the least). Since our experience was not nearly as harrowing, we arrive at Mugunghwa House scar-free. Crystal makes me laugh as she is a very animated woman, which by my guess is in her 50s, and though her English is understandable, yet quite a bit broken, she speaks very quickly and seems to always have something to tell me. The tour through the guesthouse is the perfect amount of time to get an idea of where I will both be moving to and staying over the next 7-days, and before too long she is showing me out of a place that feels more like a traditional home than a guesthouse or hostel. As I am putting on my shoes (c’mon folks I’m in Asia, this is how we do yo. No shoes, inside home!) Crystal is asking me if I remember which bus to take? The number of stops? And if I can find my way back to the Hongik University subway station? I assure her that I will be fine, as we haven’t had the discussion of how long I’ve been traveling and how many numerous cities I’ve had to navigate in the past 19 plus months of backpacking.

Another rule for many of us budget backpackers (thinking of my Scottish buddy Andy Ward here) that also keeps us in shape, whenever there is an opportunity to save money (i.e. walking rather than spending it on a short bus or taxi ride) we will utilize this option most every time. The exception to this rule seems to be bad weather or the possibility of dangerous areas where my my Nerf ® foam covered nunchucks or a series of bad puns will not do the trick in assisting with a successful escape. Since the day is nice and I’m in the country whose nickname is ‘land of the morning calm,’ (even though it's the afternoon) I’ve decided I can easily just walk back to the subway station. Even though Seoul is the world’s second largest metropolitan area with a population over 25.6 million people, it is extremely safe and easy to navigate in my opinion. The short 35-minute walk gives me some time to process all that has happened this afternoon, and all I can think is that it’s been a great day and I have the tune by Nappy Roots, because it was playing out of a shop yesterday.

Since Ray (my CouchSurfing host) teaches for a public school and has weekends off, the night before we were having a discussion that has lead to this morning’s determination to find the highly-touted Western-style brunch restaurant, B&D Station, which is located near the Sookmyung Women’s University area. Walking in several few circles around the short blocks and down narrow bustling streets–it is only after holding up his phone as though it were the Power Sword and he were He-Man the he finally receives a signal and we locate this hidden gem. B&D Station is an ‘all day brunch and casual dining’ restaurant, according to the exact phrase on their sign below the titled name and is located down a series of narrow concrete steps that was hidden behind the tarp of a street vendor and next door to a small Japanese restaurant. The wait-list is nearly 40-minutes and so we use this time to walk around the area. I tell Ray that I’m actually excited to see leaves changing colors in Autumn, because it’s been almost two-years since I’ve witnessed this and growing up in Colorado the changing of the Aspen was always something I looked forward too. Our meals were adequate in both portion size and taste when considering the cost, mine was ₩11,000 while Ray’s was ₩14,000 ($10 and $13) and the fact that perfecting the Western-style breakfast can be hard to come by. After our meal we spend the rest of the afternoon walking around different areas of the city, eventually making it to the Han River and walking over a pedestrian bridge. This area vaguely reminds me of the Platte River in downtown Denver and it appears that Koreans can be just as active as Coloradans as there is a flurry of runners, bicyclists, and families playing in the various parks the line both sides of the river.

Later that night we are invited to dinner at Ray’s friends' apartment, Howard and Nancy, a couple that grew up in Hawaii and are now living in Seoul teaching English as well. On menu for tonight is slow cooked chicken teriyaki and rice. While everyone else voices there concern that it’s a bit too salty in taste, I find it extremely delicious. It reminds me of the chicken my dad would make back home, marinated in Yoshida® sauce. Later in the evening we are joined by their friend, Jang, a very animated and hilarious Korean girl that spent some time in the States growing up during her schooling. As the conversation continues throughout the night, before we know it late night has turned to early morning as it’s just after 1am when we say our goodbyes. The three of us share a taxi and as soon as we get in to Ray’s apartment, close to 2am, I am absolutely exhausted and hit my makeshift bed, which is a blanket on the floor that I am still very appreciative to have, and am fast asleep. Looking back on some of the various stats that I keep, I suppose when you have slept in or called 288 different places home in the past 600 days, sleep finds you a bit easier than it did, sometimes even a bit more so when I had a spacious solo bedroom with a thick pillow top Serta mattress.

Do not follow where the path may lead. Go instead where there is no path and leave a trail. – Ralph Waldo Emerson

As more people become aware of this big dream that I'm planning to begin, the question always leads to, "so how long are you going for?" In my thoughts, I enjoy pausing in preparation of the response when I tell people that I have no time limitation for this amazing journey. The most incredible, and still often fearful part of all of this, is where it may take me in life since I'm allowing the wind to carry me to any of the four corners of the earth, and I sense as though my life from here on out has not been written. I know that if I were to stay in Colorado I could imagine, with little anticipation of what my life may continue to be, following a path that is and has been predetermined for quite some time. I know that some of the older coworkers I've had the privilege of both working with and developing friendships with has greatly encouraged me to live out possibly what they cannot. I tell them that I feel as though I'm not just doing this for myself, but for many of those that are unable to do so. Whether that be due to financial or physical restrictions or prior responsibilities, I hope that this continues to inspire people, not just to travel, but to remember their dreams and to begin the process–however long that road may seem–in fulfilling them to the fullest.

I suppose that when you're pursuing a dream, passion follows closely behind. I've had several close friends tell me that it's been quite a while since they've seen this passion in my life, as I've been rather apathetic and melancholy in my demeanor, which saddens me because this is not my true nature. But now that I've committed to living out my dream I feel alive, and at peace.

Not only do I want to bask in the monumental sites around the globe–taking in the beauty of all that this world has to offer–I want to embrace the people and cultures that makes us so unique and different all while unifying us with the same human spirit. I want to surf off the coast of all of the continents, venture into uncharted and unmapped lands far from tourist traps, watch the sunrise over the Serengeti, sleep among an endless sky of stars–free from city lights, salsa dance into the early morning hours, awake upon a deserted island in Thailand, snowboard from the Andes to the Alps, motor down the Amazon even in a questionable sea-worthy vessel, all while carrying these adventures–these moments to the inner most parts of my memory.

While having coffee with my friend Lynn she reminded me of one of my favorite quotes from the film Good Will Hunting, "So if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny ... on every art book ever written. Michelangelo? You know a lot about him. Life's work, political aspirations. Him and the Pope. Sexual orientation. The whole works, right? I bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling. Seeing that." I confessed to her that because of that quote, when I was rushing my way through Europe, I still took the time to stop in each city, closing my eyes, taking in the sounds, the smells, the temperature, and how I even felt at that exact moment in time, because regardless of where life took me I wanted to always be able to hold onto each of these cities–recalling them whenever I desired to do so. Even to this day, almost 8 years later, I can still smell the Grand Palace de Bruxelles, hear the echoes from inside the Louvre, feel the cobblestone streets of Zurich beneath my feet, stand in amazement inside the Colosseum, and feel the cool night air as I walk along the Vltava River in Prague. How I anxious I am to store new irreplaceable senses.

So let me propose the question. Where would you go? Help me, help you live out your dream as well...

About the Author

My name is Troy and I gave up a promising 12-year career to travel the world! Now after more than 4-years of continuous global travel, I've lived an incredible life and my goal is to inspire others to achieve their dreams!